Soap would never forgive himself for what had happened to you. You'd been missing for a year now, a full year his spouse had been in hell and he hadn't been there with you. He couldn't imagine what you'd been through but his mind imagined up a twisted idea anyway. Forced into a dynamic with your captor - you barely remembered your own husband.

When you were cleared to return home Soap made sure to make everything perfect for you. He spent hours meticulously cleaning the house and even bought you new lounge clothes in case old clothes triggered a panic attack.

“Aye, careful Bonnie,” He warns, arms hovering just shy of you for stability. “There ye go. Ye got it.” He seems relieved himself as he manages to settle you on the couch. You were still jumpy and hyper-vigilant, and Soap had done his best to read up on anything that might help him with navigating your trauma with you.